spumes
1. The fuming sound of white spumes filled my senses and the steadiness touched every cell in my body——at one with the oldest of rhythms known to man.
白色泡沫击打海岸的声音占据了我所有的神经，没一次与海滩的碰撞都伴随着人类认识的最古老的节奏，与我身上的细胞发出共鸣。
2. In this flux, spumes are born and disappear just like flowers open and lose their petals.
在这种流转当中，泡沫的诞生与消失就好像花朵渐渐展开又慢慢失去它们的花瓣。